The grand palace gates swung open with an air of formality as Alpha Torren’s convoy approached. His sleek, black SUVs gleamed under the midday sun, the Silver claw Pack’s insignia prominently displayed on the vehicles. Damien stood at the entrance, flanked by Liam and Elenor, their royal composure perfectly in place.
As the doors of the lead SUV opened, Alpha Torren stepped out, his tall and broad frame exuding authority. His sharp suit, paired with a confident stride, showcased his duality—an alpha who thrived in both the corporate and territorial worlds. His piercing silver eyes swept across the welcoming party, lingering a moment too long on Elenor. Damien noticed, his jaw tightening imperceptibly.
“Your Majesty,” Torren greeted with a firm handshake, his voice deep and smooth. “Thank
